Flawed from The Stare by of Gods and Men

Satan’s in the corner, wasting all the hours away
Satan’s in the corner, counting down the judgement day
He’s singing what sounds like a love song
But I can’t make out he says
He’s singing what sounds like a love song
I can’t make out he says

He sings of power, he sings of death
Sings of prophecies under his breath
Sings of power, sings of fear
Sings of things you can’t say round here

Ah Ah, Ah Ah Ah Ah, Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Ah Ah, Ah Ah Ah Ah, Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

Glory, Glory praise the Lord
I don’t wanna be told that I’m flawed
Glory, Glory praise the Lord
I don’t wanna be………..…nothing at all

Close our eyes, vanquish ghosts
Arm in arm with the one that boasts
Close our eyes, it’ll go away
Scapegoats are never allowed to pray
Four legs good, two legs bad
Shout them down, say that they’re mad
Four legs good, two legs bad
Shout them down, say that they’re mad

Ah Ah, Ah Ah Ah Ah, Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Ah Ah, Ah Ah Ah Ah, Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

Glory, Glory praise the Lord
I don’t wanna be told that I’m flawed
Glory, Glory praise the Lord
I don’t wanna be……… nothing at all,
nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all

Instrumental crescendo

Glory, Glory praise the Lord
I don’t wanna be told that I’m flawed
Glory, Glory praise the Lord
I don’t wanna be told that I’m flawed
Four legs good, two legs bad
Shout them down, say that they’re mad
Glory, Glory praise the Lord
I don’t wanna be told that I’m flawed

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• indie rock
• post-punk
• Portsmouth